Uncle Bluebottle Entertains....

For today's image, we enter one of the lavish rooms for long-term residents at the D.O.L.L.S. House.......and it is truly a picture of boundless joy and harmony, as the talented uncle Bluebottle bangs away at his organ......
As we have been experiencing one or two minor difficulties with our carrier-pigeon post, I have started delivering this year's Christmas cards a little earlier than usual - and what a pleasant surprise it was for this lively couple to receive the visit of their cherished leader, in person, in the flesh!

david-coded-numbers.......I would just like to say - "The budgie has landed"... _ _ _ ...Juneee.........Granny is on her rescue mission.....the grannycopter was last sighted over Russia.......End-of-your-tether.......'The B-side'......(Hee-Hee!).......

Miss Jignut, I was lying in bed thinking about KBoy, as one does, and something about your explanation doesn't add up. Having had a good bath and night's sleep he was ready to greet the World and I waved him off to the Doctor's. He was to go straight there and back but never reached the surgery. So pray tell me where the Ostrich Oil rub came in? What is the stuff for? How did you acquire the boy? Are any of us safe to walk the streets in broad daylight?

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee;And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea,But we loved with a love that was more than love? I and my Annabel Lee?

I think we all need to go into the lavish room at the D.O.L.L.S. House. We need to rest. It would be best. Everyone just breath deep and find a comfy chair and listen to Uncle Bluebottle playing the "Flight of the Bumblebee". it will give us some peace I am sure, positively sure, mostly so to speak.

Hanne-with-pipe....as I said, it's because uncle A. is not there......he has telekinetic powers......Well, dancing-pecan....that is indeed good news....the first part anyway.....I shall send someone to collect him before he reaches the dreaded Temple-madame's house of ill-repute.......Of course, one good thing has come out of all this - you will now never be short of horse manure for your garden.........

I am happy to say KBoy has completely recovered. My spells have finally worn off. It seems the whole problem started with a severe reaction to the Ostrich Oil Rub. I pinned a note to his shirt, packed him a lunch and put him on a bus to ChurchLady's house. Not the best choice perhaps but I can't afford to feed him any longer . He eat like horse!

Well, I am away all night on a moonlit tadpole run, and come back.....TO THIS ONSLAUGHT OF SLANDEROUS, UNFOUNDED, UNBELIEVABLE ACCUSATIONS FIRED AGAINST OUR CHERISHED INSTITUTIONS, AND UNMERITED SLURS AGAINST THE REVERED AND RESPECTED NAME OF BUGOSI!.....And all this coming from the diseased tongue of a SELF-CONFESSED RETIRED ARMS DEALER!......I shall refrain from any unnecessary defence of the sacred principles of our cause, in aiding the POOR, THE DESTITUTE, THE DISINHERITED of this world, as we strive to bring some joy and HAPPINESS into their otherwise pitiful lives.........Only stating that our way is the RIGHT way, the TRUE way, and the path to spiritual and material well-being....... Now, on to other important matters.......Uncle Bluebottle did indeed work for the Bonga-Bonga Resistance, fighting the evils of fascism......that is where he got his wings, which puts away when playing with his organ.....Uncle A's portrait is indeed hanging straight....it only turns round when he is in the same room.....We are searching for the missing Kaleidoboy, and I feel confident that he will son be returned to his "high standing".....(in a short sort of way).....Yes, the D.O.L.L.S. nursery has many carrot trees, as well as cabbage bushes, onion vines etc.etc.......

David-of-the-Numbers, it's interesting what you say!! Do we ever wake up, must we, shall we? Is Patsy's speech just a nightmare in a nightmare in a nightmare?.... - I would like to change the channel really! - thanks Juneee you did it for me... - but where IS Kboy??

ROTFLMAO, Robbie...poor gerdje trying to fathom this!!! Good thing I didn't have a mouthful of tadpole wine!!! :DDD

After reading one of Uncle Bluebottle's favourites...I assume, am lead to believe, feel assured that he perhaps, most certainly, almost assuredly worked for the BBC during WWII delivering codes to the Resistance...Vive le France! (Oops...does "vive" have anything to do with vivisection?)

Gentle doubleclubber, all has been revealed in the Bugosiland saga, including some of the most incredibly disgusting and revolting photos of the CREATURES that have resulted from the "scientific experiments" at B.A.R.F. I beseech thee to go into the catalog of puzzles in lelabug's file, go back, and back, and back and you will find THINGS for which he proudly took credit in the early days. I myself cannot erase the images from my memory . . . . . and these were NOT THE WORST of the abominations of which I speak. OH! My heart pounds, my temples throb, I faint, I die at the remembrance of such evils!

My My My MrP could you enumerate a little more. I will find you a carrot if you need one Robbie as you must miss being inflated. And where are UncleBluebottle's wings? I do so miss them. I think I will go into one of Davidwithnumbers dreams now.

The D.O.L.L.S. House (shudder), scene of unspeakable horrors and mistreatment of innocent girls and the elderly on the very grounds, I believe, of B.A.R.F., the Bugosi Animal Research Farm (shudder), scene of unspeakable horrors and mistreatment of innocent animals and the CENTRAL FACILITY in and the very REASON for the founding of Bonga-Bonga.

The Bugosis knew their monstrous vivisectionistic experimentation on poor dumb creatures would soon be uncovered and the world would rail against them, so they used treachery and their vast ill-gotten wealth to lay claim to an unused and unwanted stretch of desolate countryside (on an unnamed continent where corruption and venality run rampant anyway). They grandly named it Bonga-Bonga, quickly enslaved (with the highly addictive and mind-numbing Tadpole Wine) the hapless residers who domiciled on the land, and went to work building the evil, evil B.A.R.F. where they commenced their hideous "research." It wasn't long before they needed a brobdignagian abattoir for the disposal of their failed horrors.

Soon after that they built the D.O.L.L.S. House to tuck away the poor creatures who clung to life, piteous and woeful as it was. Eventually it became a home for unwed mothers, but soon descended into a prison, a pen, a sty where they keep the old and infirm, the crippled and crazy, the witless souls they still create at B.A.R.F. through their cruel experiments.

BE WARNED Bugosilanders, all is not pleasant and nice in Bonga-Bonga, no matter how hard the Bugosian propaganda machine works to crank out stories of pleasantness and niceness.

I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore, (buzzz...)And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand- (buzzz...)How few! yet how they creepThrough my fingers to the deep,While I weep- while I weep! (Buzzzzzzzzzzz....).......................................one of unclebluebottle's favourites...................

david-many-numbers....If you say so....(hee-hee!)......number6-at-the-racetrack......That is actually the beautiful Berenice, uncle/sir Bluebottle's daughter.....and the 'clown' is me.................was-shining.......I think they are enjoying Bluebottle's visual performance.......As for my ears, I think that they are fine as they are.....